Came at you in silence, my back at the wall."I've seen those nights where you binge and purge"Those locks on your doors tell me when you're crouchedOn all foursCounting tile, losing bile and sleep."it's just a diet, I've kept it quiet. Even if you toldAll my family andFriends they would never believe it. "I think you're right. I can't believe it tooThat it's you, but it's you.

My problems hide in numbers that leave when I gag andHeave,I weighed out every option, that scale's not fit forAdvice.Medical language won't ever help to shape this if that

Besides, my problems hide in numbers that leave when IGag and heaveAnd heaving's kind of hard with your hands tied roundYour waist.Point out the obvious, tell me just how dangerousThen bundle every fight in an "isn't right" and leaveIt alone.